Sable's Experiences

[Toaster]

November 22, 827 A.S.

The digital viewport on the far wall of the room brightened, showing the beautiful display of Tau-31's ice field, rainbows cascading between the tumbling rocks. In sync with the display, the quarters' lights turned on, gradually brightening as not to startle the inhabitants.

Olivia sat at the edge of the bed, pulling the straps of her tanktop over her shoulders. She took a deep breath, enjoying the well-circulated air Holman had to offer. It was a vast improvement over the questionable climate control she was used to from zoner freeports and beat out even her ship's own conditioning. She glanced behind her to where Benjamin still remained blissfully asleep, a few beads of sweat still clinging to his naked body. She would let him sleep and get some well-earned rest.

Getting up from the mattress, Olivia tip-toed over to the small desk on the far side of the room over which they had haphazardly strewn her garments the night before. Quietly, she slipped into her undersuit, zipping the skintight layer up around herself.

She could use a shower, she thought, after the last day's and especially the last night's excitement. But she didn't want to risk waking the sleeper and decided she'd head back to Tau-44 - assuming her ship's repair had been completed - as soon as possible. Benjamin stirred, unconsciously reaching out over his bed to where Olivia had lain. His hand patted down the mattress, searching for her, but quickly gave up upon not finding her body. The man quietly muttered something and fell silent again.

Olivia pulled on her boots and threw her flightsuit over her shoulder before cautiously striding to the room's door. Walking the corridors of Holman in only her undersuit was not the dignified presentation she would have preferred, but she wanted to get to her ship quickly. Glancing over her shoulder a last time, she beheld Sharpe's figure, half draped in a blanket, breathing calmly. A smile crept across the mercenary's face.

It had been a while since she had allowed herself any real pleasure. Maybe, if things continued to improve for her, she could permit it more often.

Benjamin rolled over in bed as the door slid open and shut again.

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Olivia Sable